/ Prologue \ Paulo tightens the strap of his respirator mask as the lift platform groans beneath his boots, its ancient hydraulics protesting the descent. "Last chance to back out," mutters Kris from behind him, her fingers drumming against the rusted railing. Below, the jungle canopy stretches endlessly. It's a living, breathing thing that hasn't seen human footsteps in many generations. The city above them hums, a dying...